Three hundred silver dollars can only buy one hundred and fifty shares. In today's crazy market atmosphere, this is such an inconspicuous transaction.
However, the teller doing business pushed his reading glasses and stretched his head to look at the smiling man below. He was also curious about who would enter the market to buy stocks at this juncture, and buy so little.
If it were a large transaction, the old teller wouldn't be interested, because it would be for big businessmen or high-ranking officials to gamble on their fortunes, and buying and selling would not be unusual.
But such a small purchase is rare, which only shows that the buyer is a real ordinary citizen.
"Oh... Young man, are you sure you want to buy? This stock market is a cannibalistic place. It seems that you are not an easy person to make money. I need to give you some advice..."
The chatty coachman's back teeth were exposed when he smiled, "You are so troublesome because you really want to buy some. I don't want to make a fortune. I just firmly believe that our railway in the Qing Dynasty is a good thing and will definitely make money!"
"Whether I lose or gain, I will hold on to it and follow the Qing Dynasty to the end..."
"Ouch... Hahaha... Since I came to the stock market, this is the first time I have heard someone talk like this. You are still the first. I will remember you..."
"Okay, now that you've made your decision, I won't go into details... It's just one hundred and fifty shares. I've counted the money. Here's the stock list and the receipt. Take it..."
The old teller held the stock in his hand but did not let go. The chatty coachman raised his hand and held his other half. The two looked at each other.
The old teller sighed, "Hey...little brother, let me say one more thing...the stocks are given to you, and you are also you. You have not become someone else. Don't let this thing confuse your mind!"
"When you get out of here, do whatever you need to do. Keep your job that made you money, don't throw it away! Remember, remember..."
The talkative coachman didn't even smile. He let go of his hand solemnly, clasped his fists in his hands and saluted the old teller, bending his waist at more than ninety degrees.
"I have clearly remembered what the old gentleman said. I don't dare to forget. I don't dare to forget..."
"That's good!" The old teller let go of his hand, and the flimsy stock slip flew down, and the driver quickly caught it with his quick hands and eyes.
After folding the stocks, wrapping them in oil paper and putting them in his arms, the chatty rickshaw driver walked out of the gate without even looking back. He ran to the corner and pulled the rickshaw back to Qianmen Street.
"Pull a cart...hey...a foreign car...hey..." A long shouting sound sounded on the street, and the chatty rickshaw driver felt that he had never been so strong in his life.
"Hey... Master, do you want to use the car? Please sit tight, I can run fast and steady, and I will ensure that I get you there safely..."
The one who pulls the cart is always the one who pulls the cart. He remembers his duty, and the stock market is nothing more than a dream with hope for him at the moment. It's beautiful to think about it.
What he thought was beautiful, and the trend of the stock market was also beautiful. From nine to ten o'clock in the morning, the Jingshi Exchange was covered with blood, and the market price suddenly dropped to one dollar and a half.
People are going crazy. Yesterday it was only 2.8 yuan at the closing price. Today, it became 1.5 yuan in an hour. It was cut in half again!
"Yesterday, we were cut in half, and today we are still cut in half... How can we survive?"
"Who just said there were technical adjustments? Come out, I will beat him to death...you are doing evil, woo woo woo!"
The banner men no longer had their usual determination, and many people cried out of hope on the street. Usually these people are men with their arms folded and hidden in their sleeves, but today they turned into crying women!
Will the greedy reapers of capital put down their sickles? Of course not. Liu Peiqi stared at the pocket watch on the table and filled out the form nervously.
Mr. Qin on the side was restless. He didn't know that Yang Zhi had secretly set up a stronghold for himself not far away across the street.
A telegraph machine kept ticking, and the major markets in Jiangnan reported prices to him every ten minutes. The Jingshi Exchange only received a copy of Jiangnan's stock prices in an hour, while Yang Zhi reported to him in an hour. Can be received six times.
Not only that, many speculators in Jiangnan have connections with him. Capital has no national boundaries. Those people know that Yang Zhi is a rebellious Chinese, but they will cooperate if they can make money.
Dismantling or dismantling, the lower the price of Jingshi's stock is pushed down, the more stocks will be dismantled from Jiangnan, and the higher the profit will be in the end. In this morning, 200,000 shares Based on the trading volume and the average profit of three yuan per share, these members of the Capital Dismantling Party made a net profit of more than 600,000 silver dollars.
This is just one hour, so much has been made in just one hour!
"Master Yang...Liu Peiqi sent a letter. The market has fallen too hard. There is no trading volume for a short period of time. We want to collect the stocks but we can't!"
Yang Zhi held a pair of walnuts in his hand and turned them hard like an enemy, making a grating sound, like two toads screaming!
"It's as expected! It's so easy to grab some cheap chips, but the reason why you can't hit the trading volume now is actually very complicated!"
"First of all, some people are lying down and pretending to be dead. They can't react to the plummeting. They are so distressed that they simply don't look at it or sell it. It's very difficult to deal with such people!"
"Secondly, although the exchange has expanded, there are still not enough counters. It is too inefficient to handle this kind of delivery manually!"
"Besides, there are still smart people. Not all fools in the capital are fools. There must be someone who knows there is something fishy behind this plummeting, so they won't move..."
"Also... in a while, the profit and loss statement of the Beijing-Tianjin Railway during this period will be published in the newspapers. This railway is so profitable, it will definitely rise again by then!"
"Some people already knew the news in advance, so they refused to sell. How smart!"
Yang Zhi slammed a pair of lion heads on the table, "Since you can't get out the stock, then pull it up... you have to pull it back and forth when sawing wood!"
"Ask Liu Peiqi to make a hedging order and cooperate with Jiangnan's telegram to drive up the stock price!"
Soon Liu Peiqi received the order, and new instructions were passed back and forth in the main office. At 9:10, Jiangnan's stock price was quickly updated on the blackboard.
"Ah! Jiangnan didn't fall at all... It's still more than five yuan, five yuan seven, five yuan eight... What the hell is wrong with us? Are we all crazy?"
"Are all the rumors refuted by the court true? The head of state and we will not go to war? Diplomatic relations have not been broken down?"
"If nothing happened, why would our prices collapse like this?"
Amid people's confusion, many buyers suddenly appeared in the buying area of the stock market, as if they came out of the ground, rushing in group by group.
"One dollar and a half is the price you get for free. I'll buy ten thousand shares...I'll pay you a dollar and a half, and I'll buy eight thousand shares..."
When you enter the market to grab funds, you have to pay a higher price so that you can be the first to close the deal. This group of lunatic-like fund grabbers suddenly raised the stock price from RMB 1.5 to RMB 1.8!
"It's gone up? Why has it gone up again?"
